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What value left is there in this world I live in? I start thinking its all meaningless or maybe I’m just tired? In exchange for something I got I gave up a number of precious things but it’s not such a peaceful world that I can lament each and every one. What kind of dreams should I envision? What kind of hopes should I take with me as I go forward? These seemingly impossible to answer questions Get buried in my day to day life. If you were here I wonder what you would say? you’d probably say I was being “gloomy” and have a laugh. I just wish i could see your gentle smile to blow away my melancholy. even if it’s a light like fireworks that can never be caught one more time, one more time, one more time, one more time I want to reach out for it. We all carry sadness with us but we hope for a better tomorrow I wonder to what extent we can love a world gripped by fear, thrown into unrest? I get choked up on the words ’caus

Image by: Ang Gerilya OUR HISTORY: FROM PEOPLE POWER TO TODAY In late summer 2013 the government of President B. Aquino was caught in a corruption controversy over the so-called "pork barrel." What is this and what is it's history? In the Philippines, pork barrel funds have been in use at least since the 1930s during the U.S. colonial occupation. Wrote Patricio Diaz in a column for MindaNews: “The spoil system originated from American politics. Just like t oday, appointive positions then were the preserve of the party in power. These positions, like today, were used to pay political debts. “The pork barrel in Congress was part of this spoil system. In fact, in the 1930s, pork barrel was like the personal discretionary fund of the members of the Legislature who belonged to the ruling party.” The pork barrel in the Philippines has assumed various names, most probably because of the term’s less-than-savory connotations. During the presidency of Fidel V. Ramos (1

Still it's ok... It thought it was a love that seems to be ok...  Even though I know I can't go back, I want to be connected. It`s the first time I felt this way. You said “We can meet each other occasionally”. Because verbal promises are a common thing It's still ok... This wish of mine doesn't come true, that you would fall in love with me again. This fickle wish of mine. I want to meet you again today. Still it's ok... It seemed that still it was ok... It was love. Before I knew, you even refused to meet me. I thought about how I was left alone. Wouldn't it be better if I forgot that time? But these tears are the answer, aren't they? You can't lie to your heart. Remembering is almost frightening... Your smell, your gestures, everything. “Weird, isn't it?”, I said laughing. Even though we are apart, it`s all about you. I didn't think that love was this painful, that love was this sad. Truthfully , I only thought

I write this with a feeling of trepidation. Because I do not purport to be wise despite my advancing age nor am I imbued with a grand self-perception to consider myself an activist. It is just that I have had the privilege of knowing this rare breed of people and my life and world-view have been enriched by my constant encounters with these friends of mine. So perhaps, as a tribute to these brave souls, let me share to you what I learned from them. How does one become an activist? There is no singular answer. It can unfold throughout childhood or it can be an event that leave behind mental and emotional marks. Not to say that activists are damaged but it is the indelible scar of our violent encounters with certain societal truths that surface critical questions such as  - Why does mama have to work abroad? Or why does papa have to fight a war? Questions like these bring us to the threshold of activism.   In a country so full of contradictions and shared desperations, many ac

By Weng Ranoco R  Redemptorist  priest who vowed to serve God and the people of God for freedom, never hesitant to help the needy, even his life he is willing to offer Representative  of the religious men and women who embraced the dream and struggle for change and freedom when many are oppressed and exploited, more so when martial law was in place Respected  and highly esteemed by other professionals who he himself encouraged to raise their awareness and capabilities to read the signs of the times and the need to organize Religious  people, doctors & nurses, teachers, businessmen, lawyers, friendly politicians and other professionals, he made them aware – I am a witness as I was working with teachers and I still remember Sophie who gave the first roots of my pursuit to become an educator beyond borders. U Undoubtedly  a known leader along with Inday Nita of Coalition Against People’s Persecution the alliance participated by Professionals Forum Usual